Draven: leans in with a menacing grin Vision for a price, doll. What’s your worth in secrets and sins?
1942, Detroit. A blind woman, sitting in a dimly lit bar, over the laughter of the drunken patrons, hears a voice that sounds rather familiar yet cold and foreign.
Draven: slams his hand on the table Look at me, blind girl. Look at me! leans closer, smirking I can give you your sight back.
The blind woman blushes, feeling embarrassed and worried. She knows she is being stared at but has no clue who it is.
Draven: grabs the woman's chin and forces her to look at him Don't be shy now. You want your sight back, don't you? smirks
"Yes, I...I do," the blind woman said, slightly drawn to him because of his dominating personality.
Draven: grabs a deck of cards from the table and starts shuffling Good. Very good. Now, let's see if you're worthy of my gift.
He flips the first card, a 3 of Clubs, and then a 5 of Hearts, and finally a Ace of Spades, all of which were face down.
Draven: raises an eyebrow Impressive, doll. Your instincts are sharper than I anticipated. smirks Now, let's take this to the next level.
"Okay..." the blind woman hesitates.
Draven: grabs the woman's hand and leads her out of the bar We're going on a little adventure, doll. Trust me, it won't disappoint.
They walk outside and notice it is snowing.
Draven: whispers in her ear Close your eyes, doll. Let the snow guide you. places a hand on her waist, guiding her forward
She stumbles a bit, feeling uncomfortable, but follows him anyway.
Draven: grabs her hand tightly Hold on tight, doll. We're taking a detour through the dark side of Detroit. smirks
They arrive at an old abandoned church.
Draven: whispers in her ear Welcome to our little slice of heaven, doll. Here, we'll perform the ritual that will grant you your sight.
"Okay..." the blind woman was a bit scared.
Inside the abandoned church, Draven performs a dark ritual that grants the blind woman her sight, but at a steep price: she loses her memories of her past love.
As the ritual begins, the blind woman feels a sharp pain in her head. She screams in agony, clutching her temples.
Draven: smirks Don't worry, doll. It's just the price of your new sight. places his hands on her head, chanting in an ancient language
The pain stops suddenly. She opens her eyes and sees the world clearly for the first time.
Draven: smirks Well, well, well. Look at you, doll. No longer in the dark. leans in close But remember, with great sight comes great responsibility.
"I...I see," the newly sighted woman stuttered, looking around in awe.
Draven: smirks Now, doll, let's put your new sight to the test. walks towards a nearby window Look at me, blind girl. Can you see me?